Maying

Oh, to be maying this cool sun-snapped day,
Temperately faultless and fair.  
Oh, to be roaming this rare day in May ~  
Oh, how I wish you were there.  
  
Oh, to be with you as spring bids its bye  
And as summer is saluted, yet still...  
Oh, you were with me as often I try  
To think of you out on the hill.  
   
I remember you with me, faithful and true,  
Oh you, how loyal and sound;  
Alert when I whistled and ever I knew  
Oh you, a prince of a hound.  
   
Oh, to be maying as memories awaken ~  
But do I feel rain in the sky?  
Not so, this May day, I must be mistaken,  
Oh, 'tis the tear in my eye.  
   
ASJ